STILL CHANGING LIVES
Chapter 45

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he following testimonies of men and women from all walks of life demonstrate the unity of Christian experience. While each one embraces a different background, profession or culture, each points to the same object as the source of new power for transformed lives-Jesus Christ. Multiply these testimonies by the hundreds of thousands and you would begin to approach something like the impact Christ has had on the world in the past two thousand years.

 

Is the Christian experience valid? These and millions more believe so, and have new lives to back up their statement.

 

POLICEMAN, Melvin Floyd

 

"I've been on both sides of the fence: a gang member as well as a policeman. I have seen tragedy, permanent injury, property damage, wasted lives and even death as a result of sin.

 

"My whole outlook on life has changed since Christ came into my life and, being a Christian policeman, I view things much differently. In all my duties I am constantly aware that I must share God's wonderful plan of salvation with others as I continue 'on patrol for God.'

 

Melvin Floyd was voted by the National Jaycees as one of 1969's "Ten Outstanding Young Men in America."

 

NAZI PILOT IN WORLD WAR II, Werner Moelders

 

Moelders was a colonel in the Luftwaffe, ace of all Germany's aces, holder of the highest decoration his country awards her fighters-the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, with Oak Leaves and Diamonds.

 

He climbed from his riddled plane; his eyes were glassy; his frozen hands trembled; his body still shook with emotion. Werner Moelders, had looked on the face of Death, and he was changed. In those terrible moments, almost unknown to himself, he had whispered: "God, God Almighty in heaven -help me out of this. YOU alone can save me!" His words had echoed in the cockpit of the plane- "Only God can help. . . "

 

Back in his quarters, Moelders shut himself up alone. He had to have time to think. Clearly, faith in Hitler and Naziism could not sustain him. His mind flew back to his home in Stettin, to his godly parents, to the kindly pastor. He remembered the story of the cross and the redeeming love of God in Christ Jesus, who died for sinners like him. And he knew he could never have survived that dreadful danger out there if he had not called on the everlasting God. Fear had taught him faith.

 

Now, freed forever from the nightmare of Naziism, he felt relieved, happy; a sense of the reality of God filled his heart with peace. He sat down and wrote out his thoughts in a letter to the Stettin pastor ...

 

Day after day Moelders spoke with his comrades about his faith and about the love of God in Christ Jesus. But that did not suit his masters. In a mysterious accident Germany's famous Number 1 ace was killed - silenced forever, the Nazi leaders thought ...

 

The Gestapo went into action against the faithful friends of Moelders who copied and distributed his letter. A reward of $40,000 was offered to anyone who would denounce a friend who believed what Moelders believed and passed on his letter.

 

FORMER CRIMINAL, Leo D'Arcangelo

 

Pacing back and forth in his prison cell, Leo D'Arcangelo was deeply disturbed. Who wouldn't be, facing what was ahead of him?

 

As a boy of eleven, he had picked a lady's handbag on a crowded trolley car. That was the start.

 

Five years of stealing followed before his first arrest at sixteen in a Philadelphia department store.

 

Shortly after release he started mainlining heroin. Then began the seemingly endless arrests: November, 1954, for use and possession of drugs; January, 1955, for picking pockets. Shortly after, in Los Angeles, Leo was arrested for jumping bail.

 

... As he paced his cell he noticed a few lines crudely scrawled on the wall:

 

"When you come to the end of your journey and this trouble is racked in your mind, and there seems no other way out than by just mourning, turn to Jesus, for it is Him that you must find."

 

This started him thinking: This is the end of my journey. What have I got to show for it? Nothing except a lousy past and a worse future. Jesus, I need Your help. I've made a mess of my life and this is the end of the journey, and all the crying isn't going to change my past. Jesus, if You can change my life, please do it. Help me make tomorrow different.

 

... For the first time Leo felt something besides despair.

 

Released from prison in September 1958, Leo earned his high school diploma and then went on to graduate from West Chester State College and the Reformed Episcopal Seminary in Philadelphia.

 

He is presently active in prison work and as a speaker in church and youth meetings. 17

 

MINISTER, Dr. Don E. Schooler

 

"In my first two churches I preached all that I knew, honesty, faith (not knowing what it meant), good habits, church attendance, honor, and a continual exhortation to be 'good,' to serve God. I talked about the fruits without knowing the roots. Enthusiasm carried me in those days-enthusiasm and youth. These two proved not to be enough.

 

"The marriage was getting difficult. My wife believed one thing. I believed another. We decided to study Jesus, without any helps of any kind, which we did with a small group for seven weeks in Canada .... It began to dawn upon me that if I would put my will into God's hands ... this would be equal to doing God's will.... I was committing myself to all of God I could see in Jesus, plus all of God that would be revealed tomorrow and the next day and the next.... The light broke upon me. I wept like a child calling out to my wife: 'I have missed it. Utterly missed it.' All these years I had preached only ethics, social and personal, but not the gospel.... The gospel is the living Christ who has come to dwell in me. He has liberated me. He assured me my sins were forgiven.... There was a new center for all my social passion -it is not centered in human striving- it is centered in Christ.... Power in some measure has come."

 

COACH -DALLAS COWBOYS, Tom Landry

 

"St. Augustine said, 'Thou hast made us for Thyself, 0 God, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in Thee.'

 

"Well, I discovered that truth at the age of 33. The most disappointing fact in my life, I believe, is that I waited so long before I discovered the fellowship of Jesus Christ. How much more wonderful my life would have been if I had taken this step many years earlier!"

 

GOLFER, Rik Massengale

 

In 1974, professional golfer Rik Massengale was ready to exchange his clubs for farmer's overalls. Life, like his golf game, had lost its zip. Massengale contemplated leaving the sport to go into the dairy business.

 

Thin from the strain of the Professional Golfers Association tour, his marriage beginning to sour, Massengale suffered through his fifth season, a year in which his earnings dipped to $14,193.

 

But one night at home with his wife Cindy, Rik began to watch The Greatest Story Ever Told, a movie on the life of Christ. The Massengales' lives - and Rick's erratic golf game - underwent a dramatic change thereafter.

 

"We started questioning and decided to go to the Bible study on the tour," recalls Massengale, a former University of Texas star. Evangelist Billy Graham was the guest speaker the first night they attended.

 

"I realized afterward that intellectually I had always believed Christ was the Son of God," Rik says. "That week, after Graham spoke, I asked Christ to come into my life."

 

With a new outlook on life, Massengale began to play like a new golfer. "Before, if I blew a shot, I'd be torn up inside. Now Christ has given me self-control and peace. A bogey is no longer the end of the world."

 

Since Massengale's spiritual and mental turnabout, he has captured several tournament titles, including the 1977 Bob Hope Desert Classic. In the Hope Classic, he broke Arnold Palmer's longstanding record by one stroke with a 23-under-par 337. The win boosted him high among the tour's top money winners.

 

TENNIS PLAYER, Stan Smith

 

"I began meeting with a group of athletes at the University of Southern California. These were different guys than I had known before -and they told me about a Person who was very new and exciting to me-Jesus Christ. Toward the end of that Year, I put my life into His hands. I asked Him to give my life more meaning. He helped me find myself and He gave me self-confidence.

 

"My frustration seemed to drain off. I was confident again.

 

"Christ helped me win over myself. It's so clear to me now why in all things I must be the mirror of His teachings."

 

FOOTBALL PLAYER, Roger Staubach                  I

 

"My future reaches far beyond football, of course, and this is what really excites me. Christianity is the most important part of my life and I'll always speak out about it. I am fortunate to have been blessed with certain talents and skills and they are the reason I have become a public figure, in a position to attract attention and be heard. I would be rejecting God's love and blessings if I didn't use my opportunities to the utmost, to talk about my faith, and why it is precious to me. To enjoy something beautiful like this to the fullest, you must share it."

 

MISS AMERICA 1973, Terry Meeuwsen Camburn

 

"From the time I was a small child, I dreamed of being a professional singer and actress and seeing my name up on a marquee. After a year of college, I had my first chance to sing with a small group in nightclubs throughout the Midwest. On the road I was hit with a lot of things that I wasn't prepared to handle: alcoholism, bad marriages and a lot of lonely people who were trying to escape reality.

 

"Then in 1970, 1 joined the New Christy Minstrels. But I was disillusioned with this experience, too, as we performed 50 weeks out of the year under all kinds of conditions. Still, I became increasingly determined that, if I had to scratch my way to the top, I would.

 

"This all changed after a performance at a Baptist college in Kansas. During the concert, the kids would clap every time we mentioned anything about God or Jesus Christ. I thought they were crazy at the time, but afterward, at a drive-in, one of the Christian students came up and started talking to me.

 

"We small-talked about show business and life on the road for awhile. Then she asked me a question that no one had ever asked me in my 22 years: 'Are you a Christian?' When I replied that I believed in God, she said, 'No, you don't understand,' and briefly explained about God's love and His desire to have a relationship with me through Jesus Christ.

 

"She gave me a Four Spiritual Laws booklet and told me to read it that night so we could talk about it over breakfast the next morning. I was willing to do that because I saw that she had a peace that I didn't have and was looking for. I started to just skim the booklet until I noticed how brief and to the point it was. Before I knew it, I was reading the suggested prayer at the end and asking God to forgive me and give me the peace that I'd never found in show business.

 

"The next day, the Christian girl showed genuine excitement about my decision and more love for me personally than I'd seen in a long time. And as our group was about to leave, she gave me a Bible and said, 'I don't care how busy you get -if you read a chapter a day, I promise you your life will change.'

 

"And it did. I began to realize that Jesus was someone who understood me and my insecurities and feelings about show business. Specific things changed in my life, too. I was very overweight at the time and smoked a pack and a half of cigarettes a day. That changed, and with it changed the low self-image I'd always had.

 

"Soon after I left the Christies, I found myself back home in DePere, Wisconsin, with no money and no way to get the professional training I needed to sing and act. That's when a friend of mine encouraged me to enter the Miss America pageant -even though I was feeling 'old' at 22. She argued that, because it was a good, clean program, I wouldn't have to compromise what I believed in and might even win the scholarship I needed.

 

"From that point on, God began opening doors, working out His plan for my life. That plan included becoming Miss America 1973. Then, during my reign, God worked more changes -in my outlook on my career and future. I realized that, though I'd been praying for God's direction in my career, I wasn't really listening for His answers. Now I understand that my first responsibility is to God, my second is to my husband (Tom) and children as they come. After that I can begin to think about a career.

 

"It's funny how God has also given me a desire to conform to His will. He still may lead me into a full-time career -just as He's led me to put out a gospel album and begin writing a book. Only now my motivation is different. I don't care about being in the limelight anymore -because I've found that the only lasting things we do are the things we do for Christ." 4/15-16

 

MOVIE ACTOR, Dean Jones

 

"I had attained many of my goals. I had a beautiful lady who loved me, three wonderful kids, a $23,000 Ferrari, a garage crowded with four racing motorcycles, a California avocado ranch, and I made between $15,000 and $20,000 a week when I was working on films. Yet there was no sense of fulfillment.

 

"In frustration I had driven my Ferrari at 100-plus miles per hour over the winding Malibu Canyon roads at night, not with any desire to kill myself, but with a feeling that if I did lose control of the car, so what? No great loss. I really played with the line at which the car could stay glued to the pavement around the curves."

 

He once took a motorcycle trip with two friends into Mexico's Baja Peninsula, miles from civilization. They stopped to buy some beer from an incredibly poor Mexican family. Dean gave a machete to an old man and a pair of levis to one of the young men. But what really shook him was a little girl with open sores on her face. Flies were all over her, picking at the sores.

 

"I was so angry that I jumped on my bike and opened up the throttle wide-too wide for the rough terrain," Dean says. "With total abandon, I cursed God and screamed out at the wind, 'God, if You exist, which I doubt, why do You let little children go through that kind of misery?'

 

"Tears blinded my eyes. The last thing I remember was a small gully ahead of me. It triggered the thought, Twist that throttle and get that front wheel up!

 

"I didn't make it. When I came to, one of my friends had his fist in my hip, trying to stop me from bleeding to death. The rear foot peg of the cycle had shot through my hip, shattering my pelvis in 13 places. I had a brain concussion (with partial amnesia) and a separated right shoulder. In addition, almost every inch of my body was sandpapered by the desert floor. I lay there in shock for a day and a half before arrangements could be made to transport me to a hospital in Burbank."

 

All of this hopelessness came to a head the summer of 1973 in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, when Dean was doing a stage production of 1776.

 

"I felt so empty that I went to the lodge one night and stood at the window gazing out at the sumptuous landscape," he says.

 

"I realized I had been motivated by self all my years. But I had come to the point where self could no longer carry me through life. There would come a time when I would not have enough motivation to stay alive. I might even take a shotgun to the top of my head like Ernest Hemingway. I turned from the window, walked to the edge of the bed, knelt and began to pray.

 

" 'God, You probably don't exist. I'm probably just talking to the walls here, but...'

 

"I began to pour out my doubts, weaknesses, failures to God. I wept like a child.

 

"Finally I said something like, 'If You do exist, if You are real, and if You will make Yourself known to me in some way, I'll serve You the rest of my life.' It was a total commitment.

 

"Suddenly my soul was flooded with a peace that passed understanding. It filled that emptiness. It was as though Bambi, the little deer in the forest, heard everything go silent. The birds stopped singing, the crickets stopped chirping, and all the other sounds just ended. There was such a silence that it became something I listened to. I listened to the calm. I had an inner spirit without agitation or anxiety."

 

At the time, Dean didn't fully understand what had happened to him, but he and Lory ... began searching for a church. Finally God led them to one in the San Fernando Valley, and February 10, 1974, both he and Lory publicly confessed their faith in Jesus Christ.

 

SINGER, B. J. Thomas

 

By 1970 he had made $13 million. By 1976, despite his success in selling more than 32 million records, including the hit recording, "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head,” B.J. Thomas was $800,000 in dept.

His life was bankrupt in more ways than financial. In spite of his successful singing career, for years B.J. was about as miserable as a man could be. He was a drug addict with a $3,000-a-week cocaine habit. In addition, he was so hooked on uppers and downers that he was taking 40 to 50 pills at a time just to keep going.

“at 15, I started in music and almost immediately I got involved with drugs,” Thomas said.

“Eleven years later,” Thomas added, “I was an addict. I couldn’t go to sleep without it. I couldn’t do anything without it.”

 

Thomas was so doped up he barely remembers recording his 1969 hit, “Raindrops.” And its success helped him even deeper into drugs. Cocaine was ruling his life. His marriage was broken and he could barely function.

 

Once he took 80 pills and was taken unconscious off a plane in Hawaii. He was rushed to a hospital. He almost died of overdose, and at the time he didn’t care if he died or not.

 

When he came to he asked the sister attending him in the Catholic hospital if “it had been close.”

She said, “Very close,” and told him he had been on the machine for an hour and 40 minutes, which was the only reason he pulled through.

“I don’t understand why I made it,” he told the nurse. “I really didn’t want to make it.”

She asked him to bow his head and she prayed for him. She said, “God must have something He wants to do with your life.”

 

On a later tour he realized that he was losing his mind. When his brother and his road man – the people who loved him – looked at him in pity he hated them. “I wanted to kill them,” said Thomas. “In fact, I was afraid I would.”

 

B.J. became so saturated with drugs he couldn’t sleep for days. He could not get high. There was nothing he could do to get that euphoric feeling any more. In desperation he called his wife, Gloria. He thought maybe if he went home he could get a little sleep there.

 

“We had separated several times over the years,” Thomas explained, “because I was acting so crazy.” But lately when he had called he had sensed a peace and calmness coming from Gloria on the phone. She had asked him to come home, saying, “There’s help here,” but she would not explain what the help was…

 

When he arrived he found his wife had become a Christian and that there were a lot of people praying for him and wanting to talk to him about the Lord.

 

“That was the last thing I wanted to do,” Thomas said. But one evening his wife got him to drop by the home of the friends who had led her to the Lord.

 

The husband, Jim Reeves, was gone, but the wife asked them to stay for dinner. With the husband away B. J. felt safe from religious talk, and they stayed. "I felt such peace in that home," B. J. said, "that I knew they must know God. When Jim came home I asked him about it, and he began to tell me about the Lord.

 

"Jim Reeves told me that as he talked with me there was something about me, or about my face or eyes that frightened him," B. J. said. "He could tell I wanted to listen, but one minute I was receptive and the next minute I was not. The strangeness startled him. He asked if he could pray for a minute. He bowed his head right there at the dining room table, and asked that if there were any forces of Satan or any power of Satan in that room that were interfering with B. J. hearing the word of God that by the shed blood of Jesus Christ they would leave."

 

"As he prayed," B. J. related, "there was a disturbance in my chest. I felt for a minute a sharp pain and I thought I might have a broken rib. Then I had the illusion that something was 'just going' and a peace came over me. I had a receptive attitude and I listened intently to all they told me. Then I put my head down and began to pray. I prayed for about 20 minutes, and I prayed all the good things they told me I should pray.

 

"When I raised my head these guys were crying, and I was so happy I was just jumping around. That conversion experience to me was just a miraculous thing. I had been such a bad person."

 

What happened that night caused a mental change and a physical change in B. J. Thomas. He had some marijuana, but he went home and threw it away. He had been dependent upon Valium for years. He needed that more than all the other pills. But that night he stopped taking it.

 

B. J. expected terrible withdrawal pains. He was willing to go through it. He had done so before, but had always gone back to drugs. But this time he went through no withdrawal symptoms: no shakes, no bad illusions or dreams. His deliverance from drugs was just as miraculous as his salvation and from that day, January 29, 1976, to this, he has never doubted his experience with the Lord or that his salvation was real.

 

AUTHOR, Eugenia Price

 

"At the age of thirty-three, I had almost lost interest in finding the key to why I am here. My study of the philosophies had stimulated my mind but had left my heart empty. My study of many of the religions of the world left me exhausted. I knew that somehow I didn't have enough desire to 'know righteousness,' to go through the elaborate intellectual and spiritual gyrations required by them to 'reach God.'

 

"My life was won by Ellen Riley, a childhood friend whom I saw again while in Charleston after those 18 years. Ellen had become a dynamic Christian. Christ was a Person to her. She was home from New York City on her vacation at the same time I was there from Chicago. When she saw me again she was horrified to see the girl she had known as a bubbling, happy teenager, now a tired, bored, would-be sophisticate. She said I looked as though I was warding off a blow.

 

        “......‘What do you really believe about God?' I asked her.

 

" 'I believe God came to earth in the Person of Jesus Christ to show us what He is really like and to save us from sin.'

 

" . . . And so, on Sunday afternoon, October 2, 1949, after quite an argument on my part I just suddenly looked at her and said: 'Okay, I guess you're right.' And that was it. God doesn't require any big, formal introduction.

 

"Since then, day by day, life with Christ has been a continuous experience of one new discovery after another. Now I like to get up in the morning. He is my reason for waking Up!" 28/6-7

 

MEDICAL DOCTOR, Vernon R. Phillips

 

"After the war, I started general practice in the Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, area. I was introduced to a social life that I thought necessary to be successful. This included frequent cocktail parties and country club dances. I thought this was fine, because I relaxed from the problems of the day and got away from reality for short periods.

 

"By 1952 1 had to do more relaxing by attending parties two and three times a week. Before this time I would have considered myself a heavy drinker, but now my drinking became uncontrollable.

 

"I suffered a decline in my medical practice, and worst of all, the loss of the respect of my wife and family. I finally admitted my desperate need of help.

 

" . . . A brother of mine had trusted Christ as his Savior a year earlier. He invited me one day to go along with him to a banquet of the Christian

 

Business Men's Committee. At this meeting I heard testimonies in which men told how their lives had been changed. One man had had a life quite similar to mine, until Christ transformed him.

 

" . . . These men were different from the men I was associating with, and they were willing to help me when I was in serious trouble. Greatest of all, they told me my need was knowing the Lord Jesus Christ.

 

" . . . On May 21, 1959, while on a business trip, I was under deep conviction as I drove along. I prayed to God to save me. I realized that I was lost and needed God's help. But it was not until I said, 'Anything You want me to do, Lord, I will do,' that I could believe, and the indescribable experience occurred. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks as the tremendous load of sin was lifted. God gave me the assurance that I was a new creature in Christ Jesus. I have not been tempted since to take another drink of alcohol. My main problem was not alcoholism, but that I did not know Jesus Christ."

 

FORMER WHITE HOUSE AIDE, Charles Colson

 

"I felt a strange deadness when I left the White House. I should have been exhilarated because I'd done all the things I'd ever set out to do, and in a hurry. I'd gone to law school nights, worked days, earned scholarships, been the youngest company commander in the Marine Corps, and the youngest administrative assistant on Capitol Hill. I had gotten to the top of the mountain and I couldn't think of any other mountains.

 

"And then I saw Tom Phillips, an old friend. He's a guy much like myself in that he was born to immigrant parents, he went to school nights, he became an engineer at Raytheon when he was twenty-five and by age thirty-six was executive vice president. By age forty, he was president -a tremendous success story. A busy, frantic worker, barking orders, very aggressive, very dynamic.

 

"When I saw him in the spring of '73, he seemed totally different. He was smiling; he was radiant, caring about me. I asked him what had happened. He told me he'd committed his life to Jesus Christ.

 

"I'd ... learned about Jesus Christ as an historical figure, a prophet, a cut above His time. But the whole idea of an intelligent, educated, successful businessman saying, 'I've accepted Him and committed my life,' just threw me. I thought Tom had had some sort of strange experience -I changed the subject.

 

"The months went by, very tough months in Washington. And everything that Tom represented, Washington wasn't. I marveled at it and wanted to find out for myself, so I called him and spent an evening on his porch. He read to me from C. S. Lewis' Mere Christianity, the chapter on pride. It was a torpedo. I could just see my whole life. I felt unclean. Then Tom told me he had had a real spiritual longing until he went to a Billy Graham rally in New York and accepted Christ.

 

"It was such a beautiful story, but I wouldn't admit it to him. I was the big-time Washington lawyer.

 

"That night I couldn't get the keys into the ignition because I was crying so hard. I didn't like to cry because I never liked to show weakness. I prayed in the car, and thought. It was sort of an eerie feeling sitting by the side of the road alone, and yet not alone now. There was a tremendous cleansing feeling that night. Then I spent a week on the Maine Coast, and later that week, the case for Christ became obvious to me.

 

"My biggest problem had always been the intellectual reservations. I knew there was a God, but I could never see how man could have a personal relationship with Him. But the intellectual case for Christianity became powerful to me after reading Mere Christianity. At the end of the week I could not imagine how you could not believe in Jesus Christ."

 

FORMER PRESIDENT OF THE

U. N. GENERAL ASSEMBLY, Charles Malik

 

"Having fully realized that the whole world is as it were dissolving before our very eyes, it is impossible then to ask more far-reaching questions than these three: What is then emerging? Where is Christ in it? And what difference are we making to the whole thing?.

 

"In one word: the life of the spirit is life in Jesus Christ. In Him and through Him we can raise and answer these three fundamental questions. In Him and through Him we can be saved from the universal dissolution of the world.

 

"These are great days and what is being decided in them is absolutely historic. But all these things are going to pass, and with them life itself. What, then, is the life that does not pass? What, then, is life eternal? This is the first and last question. I believe that 'this is life eternal, that they might know Thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom Thou has sent' (John 17:3).... Faith in Jesus Christ is the first and last meaning of our life. I do not care who or what you are; I put only one question to you: Do you believe in Jesus Christ?"

 

Dr. Charles Malik served as President of the United Nations General Assembly in 1959. He is now a professor at The American University in Beirut, Lebanon.

 

PHILOSOPHER, Cyril E. M. Joad

 

Dr. Cyril E. M. Joad, head of the philosophy department of the University of London ... believed that Jesus was only a man, that God was a part of the universe and that, should the universe be destroyed, God would be destroyed. He believed that there is no such thing as sin, that man was destined for Utopia; that given a little time, man would have heaven on earth.

 

In 1948, in the magazine section of the Los Angeles Times, there was a picture of that venerable old scholar, and with it was a statement concerning the dramatic change that had taken place in his life. He told how for many years he had been antagonistic toward Christianity. Now he had come to believe that sin was a reality.

 

Two world wars and the imminence of another had demonstrated conclusively to him that man was sinful. Now he believed that the only explanation for sin was found in the Word of God, and the only solution was found in the cross of Jesus Christ. Before his death, Dr. Joad became a zealous follower of the Savior.

 

PSYCHOLOGIST, Ruda

 

The professor was too polite to say that the landlord had warned him about his Protestant neighbor. "He is a very zealous Protestant," the owner of the apartment building had said. "He will try to convert you."

 

Professor Ruda's face then had creased with a soft Latin smile. "Let him. I will match wits with him. Perhaps I can convert him to be a freethinker like me. No?"

 

The Professor felt that he had little to fear from a zealous Protestant. He knew something about religion and psychology himself. Had he not been raised in the Catholic faith, even though he no longer accepted the old dogmas? He had his doctorate in psychology and was professor of logic and researcher in psychology in the Argentine University of the South. His major field of study and teaching was in personality development. Perhaps, he thought, I will learn something by analyzing the personality of a Protestant missionary.

 

After attending the missionary's church and after exchanging beliefs hoping to show him his error, Ruda finally made the decision for Christ. He explains it his way:

 

"As a research psychologist in the field of personality development I analyzed hundreds of people. I sought to discover the inner motivation which governs the basic attitudes of living.

 

"But when I met Charles Campbell I knew that here was someone whose personality I could not rationally explain. Then when I became a Christian I understood that the life-changing ingredient in his life was Christ. Today, the most important proof to me of Christianity is the amazing change that has come into my own life. Peace and confidence in God have taken the place of anxiety and worry. My troubles increased when I became a Christian, but Christ gave me power to have victory over all of them."

 

UNIVERSITY LECTURER, Carsten Thiede

 

"From the beginning of my time at school I was very interested in religion. I read many of the major religious writings of mankind, including the Bible, the Koran, the Bhagavad-Gita (Hindu) and the Tao Te Ching (Taoism), wanting to make up my own mind, to form my personal opinion from an intellectual point of view as to what I would believe.

 

"In 1966 Billy Graham held a Crusade in Berlin, and along with 10,000-15,000 other people, I sat in a large hall and listened as he explained the Jesus Christ of the Bible. As he spoke, I realized that all of my attempts to form a personal opinion were a preparation for this very moment when I needed to confess my sins and give myself to Christ. From my own readings and Dr. Graham's message, I was able to judge that the gospel of Jesus Christ was the real truth for me.

 

"At first I did not regard the other religions as false, believing that they might have part of the truth or have another way of expressing the truth. But later, as I continued my studies in comparative literature at the Universities of Berlin and Geneva, I realized that there is no alternative to the historical truth of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Under the most careful scrutiny, no scientist, no historian, no literacy critic, if he is honest to his science, will be able to deny the basic truth of the gospel of the New Testament. No other religion or philosophy of mankind can claim this kind of historical support.

 

"There are hardly any universities now where true Christian belief is taught. Modern German theologians and philosophers claim to use objective methods of literacy analysis in determining that much of the New Testament is legendary. But as I compare the writings of these critics, I find that they are working with pre-formed biases, leaving out any historical truth which might contradict their own beliefs.

 

"I believe it can be shown that everything written in the New Testament has historical and literary proof to back it up. I would like to introduce a Christian method of analyzing literature, mainly to provide students with an alternative to common methods of interpreting literature (positivism, structuralism, new criticsm, existentialism, etc.). It seems like a mammoth task, but it is not merely I trying to do it, but Christ working in me, giving me the ideas.

 

"Through the years I have grown stronger and more certain of my beliefs. My desire to find the truth through the examination of various religions and philosophies was satisfied in the words and person of Jesus Christ. Within myself I am certain that my faith is based on facts that can never be proved false."

 

Carsten Thiede is assistant lecturer in German and Comparative Literature at the University of Geneva.

 

FORMER GANG LEADER, Nicky Cruz

 

This excerpt from Nicky Cruz's autobiography, Ruiz Baby Ruiz, tells of his conversion:

 

"Wilkerson was speaking again. He said something about repenting for your sin. I was under the influence of a power a million times stronger than any drug. I was not responsible for my movements, actions or words. It was as though I had been caught in a wild torrent of a rampaging river. I was powerless to resist. I didn't understand what was taking place within me. I only knew the fear was gone.

 

"Wilkerson was speaking again. 'He's here! He's in this room. He's come especially for you. If you want your life changed, now is the time.' Then he shouted with authority: 'Stand up! Those who will receive Jesus Christ and be changed -stand up! Come forward!'

 


 

"I felt Israel stand to his feet. 'Boys, I'm going up. Who's with me?'

 

"I was on my feet; I turned to the gang and waved them on with my hand. 'Let's go.' There was a spontaneous movement out of the chairs and toward the front. More than 25 of the Mau Maus responded. Behind us about 30 boys from other gangs followed our example.

 

" . . . I wanted to be a follower of Jesus Christ.

 

"I ... was happy, yet I was crying. Something was taking place in my life that I had absolutely no control over ... and I was happy about it."

 

Since his conversion and subsequent college training, Nicky has spent almost every weekend criss-crossing the United States, sharing his faith in Jesus Christ with the youth of America.

 

One year in city-wide crusades, church services, high school and college assemblies and other meetings, Nicky spoke to over 200,000 young people.

 

DEATH ROW PRISONER, Ernest Gaither

 

"I'm a Negro, just 23 years of age, but I'm ready to go, you see. Why, if my number were up this very minute, I'd be ready to meet God. I'm really happy. Just this week I had a dream that I'll carry with me to the chair. I was on my way to heaven. Jesus was with me. But I was taking four steps to His two. He asked me why I was going so fast. I told Him I was eager to get there. Then I was there, surrounded by numerous angels.

 

"Some folks might think that's strange talk from a man who came to jail an atheist. But that's just the way I feel. You'll understand better when I tell you how I met God early one morning.

 

"Not long after I was placed behind the bars last March 23, a woman of my own race - Mrs. Flora Jones, of Olivet Baptist Church - invited me to attend a prisoner's gospel service. I was playing cards with some other fellows at the time and laughed at her. 'Why, I don't even believe there's a God,' I boasted, and went on playing cards, the woman still pleading with me. Actually I felt so sinful, that I didn't want to know about God even if He existed -so I ignored her.

 

"Suddenly, something she was saying caught my attention. 'If you don't believe in God,' she called from outside the bars, 'just try this little experiment. Before you go to sleep tonight ask Him to awaken you at any time; then ask Him to forgive you your sins.' She had real faith. It got ahold of me.

 

"I didn't go to the service but I remembered the experiment. 'God,' I mumbled as I lay on my cot, 'wake me up at 2:45 if You're real.'

 

"Outside it was wintery. Windows on the inside were frosted. For the first few hours I slept soundly, then my sleep became restless. Finally, I was wide awake. I was warm and sweating, although the cell was cool. All was quiet except for the heavy breathing of several prisoners and the snoring of a man near by. Then I heard footseps outside my cell. It was a guard, making his regular check. As he was passing, I stopped him. ‘What time is it?’ I asked.

“He looked at his pocket watch. ‘Fifteen to three.’

“That’s the same time as 2:45, ain’t it?’ I asked, my heart taking a sudden leap.

“The guard grunted and passed on. He didn’t see me climb from my cot and sink to my knees. I don’t remember just what I told God but I asked him to be merciful to me, an evil murderer and sinner. He saved me that night I know. I’ve believed on His Son Jesus ever since.

“I’d promised a whipping to another prisoner the next day. That morning I went to him. He backed off.  ‘I don’t want to fight you; you used to be a boxer,’ he said.

“I don’t want to fight,’ I said. ‘I just came to see you.’ Several prisoners had gathered for a fight and were dissapointed.

“But God had saved me from my sins – why should I want to fight? Later it was whispered around that I was putting on an act, trying to get out of the chair.

 

“My case did later come up before the Illinois Supreme Court, but they upheld the death sentence. Sure, that jolted me some, but I haven’t lost faith in God. I know he will go with me. So, you see, I’m really not afraid.”

 

(Pete Tanis, then a prison-gate missionary from Chicago’s Pacific Garden Mission, takes up the story here and describes Ernest Gaither’s last hours on earth.)

 

“I was admitted to Ernest’s cell about an hour before midnight. The atmosphere seemed charged and guards who stood about his cell kept talking to keep his mind off the midnight journey. But things they said were strained and meaningless, like the things you say when you don’t know what to say.

 

“As I entered, Ernest smiled and greeted me. A Negro chaplain was reading with him from the Bible. He gave me the Book and asked me to read. I selected the first chapter of Philippians. Ernest leaned forward intently as I read:

 

“’For to me to live is Christ and to die is gain…For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better.’

 

“…A moment later a black hood was slipped over his head and he began the last mile. At each side were guards, both noticeably nervous. Ernest sensed it: ‘What are you fellows shaking for? I’m not afraid.’

 

“Finally, at 12:03 A.M., the first of three electrical shocks flashed through his body.

 

"By 12:15 five doctors had paraded up, and one by one, confirmed the death.

 

"But I knew that the real Ernest Gaither still lived -only his body was dead. As I left the jail, I thought of the verse he liked so well: 'For to me to live is Christ, but to die is gain.'

 

FORMER NATIONAL COMMUNIST

YOUTH PRESIDENT OF CZECHOSLOVAKIA, Jan Chelcicky

 

"At 16 1 was an atheist. At 18 1 was organizer of Communist Youth in our factory. Now today I had been elected national president of the Communist Youth. I drifted off to sleep and dreamed.

 

" . . . Out of the sky came a voice: 'Take heed that ye be not deceived; for many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ ... and then shall they see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory.'

 

" . . . I awoke with a start. My heart was pounding fiercely. I tried to tell myself it was only a dream. But God's presence was there in the room. Dropping off the side of the bed onto my knees, I prayed, 'Oh, Lord, forgive me. Accept me.'

 

"I spent the rest of the night in prayer. Then as the first light of dawn appeared, another voice spoke inside me. 'What have you done? You will have to give up everything you worked for. Your former friends will mock you, despise you, persecute you. Turn back now before it is too late.'

 

"I was full of fear, but inside God said, 'Have no fear; my Spirit shall witness for you.'

 

        ........ I am resigning my functions as your leader for I can no longer

 

be a Communist,' I said.

 

" 'You are a fool,' they replied. 'Why do you wish to take such stupid action?'

 

" 'I can no longer follow Marx and Lenin,' I said, 'because I am now a follower of Jesus Christ.'

 

" . . . Today I am pastor of a small church near the Russian border. If I go to prison, it matters not; for wherever I am I serve Him, and He strengthens me.

 

"Lenin taught that you change man by changing society. Jesus, however, teaches that you change society by changing man. I serve in God's 'new world order,' introduced by the greatest revolutionary of all time - Jesus Christ."

 

A CONVERT FROM ISLAM, John A. Subhan

 

Bishop John A. Subhan of the Methodist Episcopal Church at Hyderabad was a convert from Islam. He was born in Calcutta into a well-to-do Muslim family whose ancestors were of the Moghul race and who had served at the Great Moghul's court.

 

The new stage originated in a simple event; a Muslim friend gave him a copy of the Gospel. When the same thing had happened a few years earlier, he had torn it to pieces in spite of an unsatisfied longing. This longing, to know and understand the revelation given in Jesus, had never subsided. On the contrary, his close acquaintance with Sufism had intensified it. Now, he decided to study the book. He still considered it corrupt, but he argued that it must contain at least parts of the original revelation. As for its blasphemous contents, surely they could be easily detected and discarded as interpolations or inventions by wicked Christians!

 

The result of his initial reading was startling. First, he did not find a single blasphemous or Satanic clause, though he had read it with vigilance. Second, his common sense told him that the deliberate corruption of sacred books must have a sufficient motive behind it. His close examination of the Gospel yielded no adequate ground for such an act. The high ethical teaching of the Gospel, for example, bore no mark of tampering; there was no ethic of convenience here. He reached the same conclusion in the study of the Gospel narratives. No disciple would have invented the crucifixion story with its shameful treatment of the founder of Christianity. Even if true, the crucifixion would have been the first thing to be removed or modified. How plainly it refuted the claim that Jesus was the Son of God! This wrestling of the young Muslim with his preconceived ideas of the New Testament is revealing.

 

His second reading of the Gospel produced a deep conviction that it was the true Injil, that it was God's Word and His revelation. The effect of reading the Gospel was markedly different from that produced by the recitation of the Qur'an.

 

Upon this second reading Subhan decided to become a Christian. He was convinced that Christianity was the only true religion. The conviction and decision are remarkable, for apart from the Gospel he had no knowledge of the Christian faith. All the time he had been moving with Islam. He had no Christian friends; the Gospel was given to him by a Muslim.

 

He sums up his experience of Christianity in these words: "It is not a mere acceptance of certain beliefs and dogmas, though they are necessary, but essentially it is living in close fellowship with Christ. It is not only a religion to be practiced, but also a life to be lived."

 

FORMER SATANIST, Anonymous

 

"My parents were church members, and I had gone to church fairly regularly with them. But it was an empty thing. Jesus Christ was some vague, far-off figure, with little meaning for me. When I asked my parents questions about God, they turned them aside. 'You're a regular question

 


box,' they'd say. 'Just accept it as we do.' I couldn't do that, and as far as I was concerned the church offered nothing.

 

"I was constantly searching, however, for something to fill the void in my life. At the age of 17 I met a spiritist medium.

 

" 'The only way to live,' said my new friend, 'is by the cards and your horoscope. Come, let me show you.'

 

"I was fascinated. She seemed ruled by a strange spirit, and in a trance-like vision she laid out my cards and unfolded to me past happenings with an eerie accuracy. She also demonstrated a strange ability to cure diseases. Often doctors sent patients to her.

 

" 'Here's a deck of cards,' she offered one day. 'You must always start your day off by laying the cards.' Deftly she laid my cards and showed me how to interpret them. I learned the different combinations and their meanings. Soon I was able to spell out future events, it appeared.

 

"In the months that followed I found myself controlled more and more by this mysterious woman. Step by step she led me into the spirit world until one day she declared, 'You're one of us now. Will you take the oath?'